Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a Indian
over by the door
Fell in love with a maid
in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, never let it show
She ever answer, yes or no

And he wore his Sunday feathers
And carried his old hawk
wore her beads and braids
An hoped he'd talk

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't show a sign
'Cause his heart is made of knotty

ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know you what miss
Is it any wonder that your is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old head

was a lonely Indian
Never nowhere
Heart was set on the maid
Wearin' the long, black

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't show a sign
'Cause his heart was made of pine

And then one day, a customer
the Indian maid
Took her oh so far
And ol' stayed

Kaw-Liga, ooh
there, as lonesome as can be
Ah, just he were still an ol' pine tree

ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no kissin'
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know you're missin'
Is it any wonder, that your is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' head

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